Sonofamonkey. <she opened her eyes slowly and winced at the pain in her wrists> Where..... where am I? <once her vision cleared, she looked down at her hands to try and figure out why they were hurting so badly. And immediately wished she hadn't.>
Oh God.... <her wrists were wrapped in thick bandages, a small amount of blood staining the white. Someone had slit her wrists. And, it appeared, locked her in a room.> Hello? HELLO!? <she called out as she stood wobbily from the bed and walked to the door; she reached for it, pulling as hard as she could, but not even managing to get it to move an inch.> What the crap? HELLO?! <she screamed again, pounding on the door but immediately stopping when pain assaulted her wrists.>
ERIC!! <she screamed as she looked around the room. Once her throat started hurting from her yelling, she sighed and walked back to the bed where a tray sat with eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes and strawberries with orange juice and a cup of coffee beside it as well. As she sat down, something else caught her eye. A note, addressed to a 'Mrs. Northman'.
Dearest Mrs. Northman,
I do hope that you find your accomodations comfortable. I also hope that you can forgive me for having to lock you away, but I can't have you running to your husband. That would ruin everything.
Please make sure you eat all of your breakfast, especially the strawberries. The drinks being made from your blood tonight need a hint of strawberry.
If you have any concerns or questions, please feel free to dial the front desk. They will connect you to my room.
Be seeing you shortly.
<there was no name, nothing giving away anything as to who sent it.> This sucks. <resigned to the fact that she wouldn't be able to get out of the room, she grabbed the bowl of strawberries and started eating them one by one, waiting anxiously as she stared at the door. Someone was coming.>
Oh God.... <her wrists were wrapped in thick bandages, a small amount of blood staining the white. Someone had slit her wrists. And, it appeared, locked her in a room.> Hello? HELLO!? <she called out as she stood wobbily from the bed and walked to the door; she reached for it, pulling as hard as she could, but not even managing to get it to move an inch.> What the crap? HELLO?! <she screamed again, pounding on the door but immediately stopping when pain assaulted her wrists.>
ERIC!! <she screamed as she looked around the room. Once her throat started hurting from her yelling, she sighed and walked back to the bed where a tray sat with eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes and strawberries with orange juice and a cup of coffee beside it as well. As she sat down, something else caught her eye. A note, addressed to a 'Mrs. Northman'.
Dearest Mrs. Northman,
I do hope that you find your accomodations comfortable. I also hope that you can forgive me for having to lock you away, but I can't have you running to your husband. That would ruin everything.
Please make sure you eat all of your breakfast, especially the strawberries. The drinks being made from your blood tonight need a hint of strawberry.
If you have any concerns or questions, please feel free to dial the front desk. They will connect you to my room.
Be seeing you shortly.
<there was no name, nothing giving away anything as to who sent it.> This sucks. <resigned to the fact that she wouldn't be able to get out of the room, she grabbed the bowl of strawberries and started eating them one by one, waiting anxiously as she stared at the door. Someone was coming.>